Post by debirukai on Mar 27, 2014 21:13:03 GMT -5
Name:Debirukai (Birth Name: Savkah Sazzen)
Race:Zabrak
Age:30
Height:6"2'
Weight210lb
Appearance:
His skin is a deep red, with two long and jagged black tattoos beneath each eye.
There are two small facial horns on either side of his jaw, as well as three more on top of his head, two on either side and one directly above his forehead. His eyes are a pale yellow, they seem dead to most, but when faced with battle they seem to glow, despite the dark blackish-red veins that protrude from the edges of his eyelids. His brow remains heavy, securing his glare almost always, as if to match the scowl that permanently finds itself written across his face. All the way down along the left hand side of his face he has a scar. The brand of a lightsaber pressed against his face.
His body is slender, but muscular and well defined. He appears malnourished though incredibly fit. There are small scars torn across his back from years of beatings, as well as a few insignificant scars all over his torso and legs. Signs of life, and battle.
His right arm seems normal to the naked eye, but underneath the skin is a series of unwelcome and unsightly cybernetics holding his arm together. The cybernetics is well done, but still a constant reminder to Debirukai.
Debirukai is known to wear a mask whenever he is on assignment. He will interchange it with another if necessary but usually he wears a black mask. Dark metal that covers his whole head, save for two small eye holes cut to insinuate the most menacing glare possible. The mouthpiece is actually a filter, which allows him to breathe more easily in most situations (dust, smoke, etc.) but also gives him the appearance of a skull.
His clothes are more practical than attractive. He wears a long hooded cloak, clasped over his left chest plate. The hood is never down, and always casts a deep shadow over his face. The cloak makes it seem as though he is wearing a robe if he is not moving, as it drapes onto the floor at the perfect length for both comfort and mobility.
Underneath his cloak he wears light, comfortable shirts often worn for training, as well as flowing pants bound at the ankles with tape to ensure mobility. On his feet he wears shoes that could be likened to a mix between combat boots and tabi.
He also wears a black sash across his waist, and his saber can usually be found tucked into it on his right side.
Debirukai moves swiftly and effortlessly. He is light on his feet and always ready to fight. His posture is good, but not perfect. A slight slouch is maintained, giving him an eerie look when he emerges from shadows. His hands, whilst not particularly big, are strong and calloused.
Personality: Debirukai is not a particularly sociable person. He prefers to dwell in the shadows and is often avoided and considered to be somewhat strange and mysterious. He tends to strike fear into the hearts of those who meet him unprepared. Though to those he is close with, he has been known to tell the odd (however malicious and macabre) joke as he has actually got a decent and dark sense of humor. He does not find enjoyment in much else other than battle and anything particularly dark or macabre. And for this reason he tends to keep his distance from those he is unfamiliar with.
He is a proud and confident warrior, quickly enraged when anyone, including himself, perceives him as weak or unskilled. His temper may be short, but he finds power and pleasure in rage.
His will is undying and he is not easily swayed once he sets his mind to something. If a task is assigned to him it becomes his life, his sole purpose. His determination knows no bounds, and to him, failure is never an option.
He sees himself as better than most, but recognizes those with true power. He may not see it quickly, but if one is able to impress him, they will earn his respect. And to him, respect is all that matters in personal relationships.
Debirukai shows his true colors on the battlefield. He refuses to give up no matter the cost, but he is also intelligent enough to know how to handle a bad situation. He is sneaky and deceitful when he needs to be, as well as completely merciless. A killer, born in ashes, and brought to life in the shadows of darkness, Debirukai is not one to be underestimated.
Birth place: Unbeknownst to him, he was born in an apartment on Iridonia, near Capital Square, though he grew up in an orphanage on Tatooine.
Faction: Dark Jedi
Rank: Assassin
Previous Faction: Dark Jedi
Previous Rank: Acolyte
Lightsaber: Double bladed (Each blade is separately retractable though)
Color: Red
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho 5
Makashi N/A
Soresu N/A
Ataru 4
Shien / Djem So N/A
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman N/A
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield
Juyo N/A
Double Bladed Combat 3
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 5
Telepathic: 2
Body: 7
Sense: 5
Protection: 1
Healing: 0
Destruction: 6
Specialized Skills: Force Cloak
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 5
Leadership: 1
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 6
Ranged Weapons: 0
Bio: Savkah was born in an apartment in Capital City on Iridonia, but his mother died during childbirth. His father saw him as a runt and blamed him for the loss of his wife. For the first four years of Savkah's life, his father treated him as scum, and only provided him with only enough food to survive. Eventually, his father was recruited as a crew member on a colonial Zabrak ship making it's way to the outer rim. His father took Savkah with him as he knew he would be able to get rid of him somewhere along the way, so he hid the boy in his quarters and kept him alive as long as he could.
Whilst docked on Tatooine, Savkah's father saw his opportunity and offered him to the Hutts as a slave. Due to the boy being so young and malnourished, he was sold for a pittance and sent to an orphanage where he then grew up.
Being the only Zabrak, the other children naturally teased him because of his red skin. His anger from being an outcast was kept at bay by a young human girl by the name of Shara. She was the only one who spoke to Savkah, and even as a child, a mere slave child, he loved her. He jokingly blamed it on having two hearts.
When Savkah turned 10 he began growing horns from his face and on top of his head. This frightened the other children and Savkah used it to his advantage. He pushed himself further and further away from the others, ostracizing himself by creating an illusion that he was somehow evil and that he might attack one of them without warning. This caused many fights between him and his fellow orphans, but he never lost a single one. His ability to withstand pain was astounding, and he quickly found that he had a natural fighting ability.
Shara saw right through his ruse and knew Savkah to be a decent boy with a good heart, and continued to be his friend. Until the day came, when Savkah and Shara, were playing a game of hide and go seek in the village. Savkah was always good at hiding, and made his way into a dark and seemingly abandoned hut to hide. The hut was littered with gas canisters and wood piles. He hid among a pile of wood and waited for Shara to come and find him. He soon realized that he was not in fact alone in the hut. A group of Sand People had been taking shelter there the night before and had returned to gather some equipment.
Before he could do anything, Shara burst into the hut searching for Savkah. Instead, she found the four sand people staring at her, choking on their own excitement. Grunting in their native tongue as they surrounded her,hissing at each other. Suddenly a door burst open and out stepped what seemed to be their leader. His name was Hett. A human man,a powerful Jedi who had exiled himself to tattooine and joined the sand people. No longer content with the ways of the Jedi. He beat her for trespassing before throwing her to the animals he seemed to be leading. They committed crimes none should ever experience. Savkah watched the whole thing from his hiding place. Paralyzed with fear. He watched them beat her, and as one of filthy sand people thrust against her, he saw her tiny hands stop fighting. He watched them fall to the floor, but the creatures didn't stop. They kept going, grunting and hissing as they did. And at that moment, Savkah broke free, feeling his fear and anger take over. He felt the rage controlling him, and he liked it…
Savkah broke from the darkness and wrenched a metal stake from the ground. The wood it had been holding up crashed to the ground as Savkah ran forward and smashed one of the sand people over the back of the head as he crouched over the girl. He lifted it again as the creature toppled over. He ran, swinging the metal bar wildly as the sand people began to realise what was happening. Hett watched the boy screaming with rage and as Savkah ran towards him. Hett raised a hand and used the force to lift the screaming child into the air violently. The bar flew from his hand and pierced one of the gas canisters leaning against the wall. It erupted into flames as it exploded. The wall it had been resting against crumbled in the explosion. Fire spilled out over the sand, igniting each gas canister in turn. Hett let the boy fall to the dirt as the roof crumbled and collapsed upon the sand people. Hett watched the hut crash down on his people as shards of metal flew all around him.
Savkah was saved from the firey debris by the sand that covered him and by Hett who was using the force to deflect all he could as it flew towards them. He lay at Hett's feet as the flames were quelled by the desert. Slowly, he pushed himself back onto his feet, miraculously unscathed as he stood before Hett in the hut which was almost completely destroyed. Half the roof was gone and only a few gas canisters remained, huddled around the burning wood piles. The sand people were now nothing but smoldering corpses. Savkah stood before Hett and readied to try and attack the masked man again, but was distracted by a soft sound he heard behind him. He spun around and ran to lift the sizzling corpse of a raider off of Shara. She was still alive, but barely. Her face was burnt beyond recognition. She tried to whisper something to Savkah, but died before she could say anything. She was gone. His only friend in the world was dead. And it was all because of him.
He turned in rage, his glowing eyes just catching a glimpse of Hett as he fled the hut. As the man ran from the hut it exploded in a sea of fire.
Most believed that Savkah had died along with Shara in that hut. And in a way, he had. But from the ashes and darkness rose a new warrior. Debirukai. He swore to find the man who had done this, and he vowed to make him pay. His path to the dark side had begun.
He spent the next two years searching for his target. But to no avail. He spent weeks hiding in the shadows, stealing from merchants and pickpocketing any food he could. He came across a young Zabrak boy about the same age he was. He called himself Xont'al. Within a week they had become friends. Xont'al was a powerful fighter, trained as a young boy in the palace where he was born. He was the son of Zabrak nobility who had run away from his home to find glory and power in battle. All he had managed to find however was poverty. Until a day came when the two boys came across an arena. An arena where the Hutts hosted fights for their own entertainment. Xont'al considered this to be his chance. He ran towards the arena, pushing his way past guards to get closer to the action. Debirukai followed him, trying to convince him not to do anything stupid, but the boy wouldn't listen. They watched for mere moments as two fighters tore each other to prices. Before they knew it they were both being dragged away by guards. They were thrown in with the other slaves training for the arena.
Together they trained. Xont'al taught Debirukai all he knew about unarmed fighting, and they both trained to fight wih knives and vibroswords. Over the next year they grew strong. They fought in the arena many times, and both boys went undefeated. One day, as Debirukai walked out into the arena, ready for battle, hee looked up to see his best friend standing accross from him, vibrosword in hand. Two boys, only twelve years old, pitted against each other in a fight to the death. They had no choice, and though both were reluctant, they fought. Their blades clashed as they unleashed their fury against each other. From the stands watched Hett, the man Debirukai had been searching for all this time. He watched as the fight dragged on. He watched, as both boys tore through each other's flesh. Debirukai felt his opponent's blade slice into his arm as he tried to block it. He screamed in agony and thrust his blade forward and straight through the chest of his only friend. He watched as Xont'al fell to the ground, his life fading. The boy laughed as he died. Debirukai stood, clutching at his bleeding wrist. He looked up into the crowd, and nodded to the hutts who were cheering and laughing. He returned to his quarters, no longer a boy, but a man.
When back in his quarters he was visited by medical droids and a doctor who replaced the bones in his arm with the best cybernetics they could muster. Shortly after he was visited by another Zabrak slave. He said very little to Debirukai, but he explained to him the signifigance of the tattoos that he bore, and by the end of the night, he had given Debirukai tattoos of his own. They were rough, but they served to remind Debirukai of what he had done, and of the man he had become.
After a few days Debirukai was re-sold as a slave to a human man and taken to Korriban. The man who bought him wore a mask, and never showed his face to the young Zabrak. He forced the boy to work hard, until one night when Debirukai got a little too curious.
Debirukai had always wondered why his master never removed his mask, and why he was never made to clean the master’s quarters. He decided to use his natural stealth abilities to sneak into the master’s room one night when the master was asleep. Inside the room he found a door, behind which lay a set of stairs. He followed the stairs down into the darkness, unaware of what he would find.
He stepped into the darkness, and moved towards the glow of a torch in the distance. As he got closer he realized that it was in fact a shrine of sorts. On this shrine lay a lightsaber. He picked it up and released the blade, marveling at the power he held in his hand.
“Are you lost, boy?” The voice echoed in the darkness. Debirukai turned to see his master standing in the glow of the lightsaber he held in his trembling hands. He swallowed his fear and opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, he felt a warm sensation at his throat. The lightsaber was no longer in his hand, and his master was now standing behind him, waiting to end his miserable life.
Debirukai knew he only had moments to live, but he refused to accept it. His mission was not done, he would not die a slave. The fear and anger he had kept inside for so long flowed through his body. He was in control this time.
He moved, and felt the saber burn his face, but he was away. He was hiding in the darkness. As he did when he was a child. But this time was different. He felt strange, and powerful. His master was calling out into the darkness. “Get back here, Slave!”
“I am no longer your slave.” The words echoed as the darkness was lifted by bolts of eratic lightning emanating from Debirukai’s hands. The lightning struck his former master’s saber before he felt another blast hit him in the chest. The battle was short-lived, but his chains were indeed broken.
The man in the mask stood before the body of Debirukai as he writhed in pain from the electricity flowing through him. “Impressive. Much power for one so young” he said, smiling beneath his mask.
A few days later, after Debirukai had recovered, he was called outside and made to begin training under the mentorship of his former master.
The following years passed by slowly, but Debirukai was determined. He fought hard and spent as much time as he could training, or reading books given to him by his master. His master taught him many techniques and taught him to control his rage. He educated him well and showed him the ways of the dark side and how to turn his anger into power. Debirukai learned quickly, and before long he began his search for Hett.
His search was sending him in circles, and without a clear path before him, he joined his master's covenant. The Shadow Covenant. There he met many new faces, and from them he gained a far deeper understanding of the force. They were mostly Dark Jedi who had come to Korriban to learn more about the ways of the dark side.
Together they trained, and for a few more years they studied. Until mention of an artifact was heard by one of the leading members, Lady Liamin.
Debirukai went with his master on a reconnaissance mission to Hoth. They had barely been there a few hours before joining up with other members of the Covenant. The journey was hard, but he carried on, trying hard to prove his worth to the group's leaders, as well as to his own master.
On the fourth day that Debirukai was on Hoth, he was nearly killed in a snowstorm. The others survived, but just barely. If it had not been for his master, Debirukai would have surely perished. He felt weak, as though he had disgraced himself and his master, and vowed to train harder than ever before in order to never be perceived as weak again.
When the snowstorm passed, Debirukai carried his master's frozen corpse back to the nearest med bay. Whilst watching the droids attempt to bring back the man who had taught him everything he knew, he witnessed something. A laser cut the mask off of the man's face. Debirukai watched on as his master's identity was finally revealed. "No... It can't be..." he whispered, as he watched.
Hett, the masked raider Debirukai had been searching for since he was 10 years old, now, almost six years later, lay dead in front of him. His master, his mentor, and his greatest enemy, all the same man.
Debirukai was furious. He drew his vibrosword, screaming at the body lying in front of him. Sparks flew across the room as lights exploded, and droids were crushed by the force of Debirukai's rage. Echoes of Debirukai's screams were followed by a sea of lightning and fire, melting the snow all around the tiny med bay.
Debirukai emerged from the med bay clutching a smoldering mask in his hand. "He's gone." he hissed, as he stormed past the others and boarded their ship.
Debirukai left the planet with the rest of the group and headed back to their ship they called the Vanguard.
Debirukai stayed there and trained for a few weeks under the guidance of Lady Liamin, when one day he was called before her and a few other high ranked members of the covenant to perform his trial by blade. He passed with ease and created his lightsaber with parts gathered by members of the covenant and a red crystal.
Now, at the age of only 16 he was an Acolyte. And with that title he trained. He fought hard and spent much time studying in the Vanguard archives. He grew quickly, learned a great deal of new tricks and techniques. He learned to control his lightning and to use the force in ways he never even dreamed. He felt as though his life was without purpose, and therefore focussed on nothing but becoming stronger, faster, smarter. He did nothing but train and study for the next decade.
When Debirukai turned 23 he was taken as an apprentice by an assassin by the name of Breyll. She taught him the art of Ataru and together they trained. Over the next three and a half years she showed him how to hunt his targets like prey, and together they accomplished much. Debirukai learned a great deal from her about the ways of the dark side and was able to further his skill set by learning a technique called the force Cloak. He never quite perfected it in his time with Breyll, but he came closer with every day he trained.
They were tasked with bringing in a Jedi who was guarding goods and an unknown creature being trainsported by train on Coruscant. They boarded the train with five soldiers from the covenant and raced forward along the train, leaping across the open train cars. They came to the car where the Jedi was supposed to be only to find a troop of Republic soldiers waiting for them. They fought against them, deflecting blaster bolts like true warriors as their own soldiers rained fire down upon the enemy. They pushed the Republic forces back car by car, their numbers depleting as they carried on. As Debirukai led the charge onto the next train car he narrowly deflected a grenade behind him causing the links to explode, killing the remaining Covenant soldiers.
He and Breyll managed to keep the fight going and just as Breyll beheaded the last Republic trooper, they spotted their target on the next train car. He was standing in front of a sealed containment unit that looked as though it were built to hold a giant. He smiled at the two as they rushed towards him lightsabers at the ready, but before they could reach him he leapt backwards onto the containment unit. He drew his saber and sliced open the giant metal box. He then pulled a remote from his pocket and pressed a button as the door of the container came crashing down before Breyll and Debirukai. The sounds of chains falling to the floor echoed from within the container.
The roar of the beast followed as it stepped out from the darkness. A rancor. Bigger than anything Debirukai had ever seen, and it was hungry. It swung its claws at the two warriors as it charged from it's cell. The Jedi watched on as Debirukai and Breyll vaulted around the train car, slicing at the rancor's flesh and narrowly avoiding it's claws and gnarled teeth. As Breyll soared through the air she found herself caught in the rancor's gigantic claws. Her lightsaber was sent flying into the container as she screamed in agony. The beast was crushing her as it lifted her to it's mouth. Debirukai saw his opportunity and slid beneath the beast's legs. He lifted his saber and brought it down swiftly, slicing through the tendons at the back of the rancor's legs. Breyll fell from it's grasp as the beast fell to it's knees. The young acolyte leapt onto it's shoulders and drove his saber through it's brain. He flipped backwards onto the train car as the creature went limp. Breyll staggered to her feet and screamed as she flung the rancor off the side of the train using the force. They watched it tumble over the side as the Jedi who had been watching from above ignited his saber once more and jumped down onto the train car.
Breyll turned, glaring at the man standing before them. She lifted her hand as her saber flew through the air, soaring past the Jedi's head and into her hands. She ignited it and rushed towards him. A woman possessed. She attacked the Jedi with blind fury. A flurry of strikes from every angle before suddenly, Debirukai saw her lightsaber fly off the side of the moving train. He looked back at Breyll. She was still. Her eyes wide. Her arm seemed to slide from her shoulder as she fell to the ground. Her feet still in place as her knees fell from the bone. She had been to weak. The rancor had done too much damage for her to have won against the Jedi. Debirukai stared for a moment before turning his attention to the Jedi who was now rushing towards him. He felt his training take over as he fought the man. His saber was but an extension of his own limbs as he leapt around the car, dashing around his target. His prey. The Jedi moved quickly, but before long he suffered a slice at the knee from Debirukai’s saber. He dropped to one knee and stared up at the hooded man standing above him. He saw nothing but Debirukai's pale yellow eyes staring down at him before the blur of red light tore through his body. Debirukai cleaved the man from shoulder to waist, and watched as the Jedi fell in two. The mission had hardly been a success, but Debirukai managed to call in a medical team to retrieve them and take them back to the ship.
Breyll survived the wounds, thanks to the Jedi's lightsaber cautirising them as he had sliced her apart. She was alive, but barely more human than machine by the end of her surgery. When she recovered, Debirukai was awarded a knighthood, and named an assassin. He wore his title with pride and over the next three years, he trained alone. He left the covenant in search of a true purpose.
RP Sample: Flashing lights cast shadows through a thin layer of smoke as it wafted over the cold hard training grounds of the Vanguard. The smell of sweat filled the air as the hum of Debirukai's lightsaber seemed to echo around the room. The Acolyte standing before him was breathing hard. His hands placed firmly on the floor in front of him as he struggled to catch his breath.
"Again." said Debirukai. His voice stern as he glared at the boy in front of him. He grew tired of waiting, after all, they had only been training for a mere two hours. He extended a hand, his wrist limp as he hissed at the boy once more. "Again"
The young acolyte could hear the irritation in Debirukai’s voice. He was tired, and could feel his arms shaking as he kneeled along side his lightsaber. He dragged his hand to his side, clutching the hilt of the saber as he drew a deep breath and prepared himself for the next round. He glanced up and saw Debirukai's outstretched hand. Fearing what might come next, he heaved himself back onto his feet. He remained silent as he ignited his lighsaber. He took another deep breath before whirling the saber around into a defensive position. The yellow glow of his saber shon onto his face, illuminating the concentration in his eyes.
Debirukai watched the boy's feet slide into position as he straightened his wrist and pointed his fingers towards the boy. He felt the force flowing through him as sparks danced between his fingertips before erupting into a barrage of lightning bolts. They flashed towards the boy as he tightened his grip on his saber. The saber glowed brighter, nearing a pure white as the lightning pounded against it. The Acolyte gritted his teeth as his feet slid slightly backwards, the force of the blast slowly pushing against him. A faint cry overpowered the hissing and crackling of the lightning as the boy moved. He lifted his saber ever so slightly before turning it on it's side and swinging the end of the blade up towards the ceiling as he thrust his back foot forward.
Debirukai's lip curled slightly upwards in what could barely be described as a grin as the boy redirected his lightning. He twisted his shoulders and leaned to his right as the bolts flew past his face. A loud crack echoed around the room as the bolts struck the wall behind him. Followed by silence. Debirukai watched the boy glaring back at him as he retracted the blades in his saber. "Good, but next time, control your balance. Aim for the chest and make sure you hit your mark."
The boy dropped his graurd before stowing his own saber. "We're done for the day, get some rest. Tomorrow you'll need to be faster." said Debirukai as he clipped his lightsaber to his belt. He turned and headed towards the stairs leading away from the training grounds.
Race:Zabrak
Age:30
Height:6"2'
Weight210lb
Appearance:
His skin is a deep red, with two long and jagged black tattoos beneath each eye. There are two small facial horns on either side of his jaw, as well as three more on top of his head, two on either side and one directly above his forehead. His eyes are a pale yellow, they seem dead to most, but when faced with battle they seem to glow, despite the dark blackish-red veins that protrude from the edges of his eyelids. His brow remains heavy, securing his glare almost always, as if to match the scowl that permanently finds itself written across his face. All the way down along the left hand side of his face he has a scar. The brand of a lightsaber pressed against his face.
His body is slender, but muscular and well defined. He appears malnourished though incredibly fit. There are small scars torn across his back from years of beatings, as well as a few insignificant scars all over his torso and legs. Signs of life, and battle.
His right arm seems normal to the naked eye, but underneath the skin is a series of unwelcome and unsightly cybernetics holding his arm together. The cybernetics is well done, but still a constant reminder to Debirukai.
Debirukai is known to wear a mask whenever he is on assignment. He will interchange it with another if necessary but usually he wears a black mask. Dark metal that covers his whole head, save for two small eye holes cut to insinuate the most menacing glare possible. The mouthpiece is actually a filter, which allows him to breathe more easily in most situations (dust, smoke, etc.) but also gives him the appearance of a skull.
His clothes are more practical than attractive. He wears a long hooded cloak, clasped over his left chest plate. The hood is never down, and always casts a deep shadow over his face. The cloak makes it seem as though he is wearing a robe if he is not moving, as it drapes onto the floor at the perfect length for both comfort and mobility.
Underneath his cloak he wears light, comfortable shirts often worn for training, as well as flowing pants bound at the ankles with tape to ensure mobility. On his feet he wears shoes that could be likened to a mix between combat boots and tabi.
He also wears a black sash across his waist, and his saber can usually be found tucked into it on his right side.
Debirukai moves swiftly and effortlessly. He is light on his feet and always ready to fight. His posture is good, but not perfect. A slight slouch is maintained, giving him an eerie look when he emerges from shadows. His hands, whilst not particularly big, are strong and calloused.
Personality: Debirukai is not a particularly sociable person. He prefers to dwell in the shadows and is often avoided and considered to be somewhat strange and mysterious. He tends to strike fear into the hearts of those who meet him unprepared. Though to those he is close with, he has been known to tell the odd (however malicious and macabre) joke as he has actually got a decent and dark sense of humor. He does not find enjoyment in much else other than battle and anything particularly dark or macabre. And for this reason he tends to keep his distance from those he is unfamiliar with.
He is a proud and confident warrior, quickly enraged when anyone, including himself, perceives him as weak or unskilled. His temper may be short, but he finds power and pleasure in rage.
His will is undying and he is not easily swayed once he sets his mind to something. If a task is assigned to him it becomes his life, his sole purpose. His determination knows no bounds, and to him, failure is never an option.
He sees himself as better than most, but recognizes those with true power. He may not see it quickly, but if one is able to impress him, they will earn his respect. And to him, respect is all that matters in personal relationships.
Debirukai shows his true colors on the battlefield. He refuses to give up no matter the cost, but he is also intelligent enough to know how to handle a bad situation. He is sneaky and deceitful when he needs to be, as well as completely merciless. A killer, born in ashes, and brought to life in the shadows of darkness, Debirukai is not one to be underestimated.
Birth place: Unbeknownst to him, he was born in an apartment on Iridonia, near Capital Square, though he grew up in an orphanage on Tatooine.
Faction: Dark Jedi
Rank: Assassin
Previous Faction: Dark Jedi
Previous Rank: Acolyte
Lightsaber: Double bladed (Each blade is separately retractable though)
Color: Red
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho 5
Makashi N/A
Soresu N/A
Ataru 4
Shien / Djem So N/A
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman N/A
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield
Juyo N/A
Double Bladed Combat 3
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 5
Telepathic: 2
Body: 7
Sense: 5
Protection: 1
Healing: 0
Destruction: 6
Specialized Skills: Force Cloak
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 5
Leadership: 1
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 6
Ranged Weapons: 0
Bio: Savkah was born in an apartment in Capital City on Iridonia, but his mother died during childbirth. His father saw him as a runt and blamed him for the loss of his wife. For the first four years of Savkah's life, his father treated him as scum, and only provided him with only enough food to survive. Eventually, his father was recruited as a crew member on a colonial Zabrak ship making it's way to the outer rim. His father took Savkah with him as he knew he would be able to get rid of him somewhere along the way, so he hid the boy in his quarters and kept him alive as long as he could.
Whilst docked on Tatooine, Savkah's father saw his opportunity and offered him to the Hutts as a slave. Due to the boy being so young and malnourished, he was sold for a pittance and sent to an orphanage where he then grew up.
Being the only Zabrak, the other children naturally teased him because of his red skin. His anger from being an outcast was kept at bay by a young human girl by the name of Shara. She was the only one who spoke to Savkah, and even as a child, a mere slave child, he loved her. He jokingly blamed it on having two hearts.
When Savkah turned 10 he began growing horns from his face and on top of his head. This frightened the other children and Savkah used it to his advantage. He pushed himself further and further away from the others, ostracizing himself by creating an illusion that he was somehow evil and that he might attack one of them without warning. This caused many fights between him and his fellow orphans, but he never lost a single one. His ability to withstand pain was astounding, and he quickly found that he had a natural fighting ability.
Shara saw right through his ruse and knew Savkah to be a decent boy with a good heart, and continued to be his friend. Until the day came, when Savkah and Shara, were playing a game of hide and go seek in the village. Savkah was always good at hiding, and made his way into a dark and seemingly abandoned hut to hide. The hut was littered with gas canisters and wood piles. He hid among a pile of wood and waited for Shara to come and find him. He soon realized that he was not in fact alone in the hut. A group of Sand People had been taking shelter there the night before and had returned to gather some equipment.
Before he could do anything, Shara burst into the hut searching for Savkah. Instead, she found the four sand people staring at her, choking on their own excitement. Grunting in their native tongue as they surrounded her,hissing at each other. Suddenly a door burst open and out stepped what seemed to be their leader. His name was Hett. A human man,a powerful Jedi who had exiled himself to tattooine and joined the sand people. No longer content with the ways of the Jedi. He beat her for trespassing before throwing her to the animals he seemed to be leading. They committed crimes none should ever experience. Savkah watched the whole thing from his hiding place. Paralyzed with fear. He watched them beat her, and as one of filthy sand people thrust against her, he saw her tiny hands stop fighting. He watched them fall to the floor, but the creatures didn't stop. They kept going, grunting and hissing as they did. And at that moment, Savkah broke free, feeling his fear and anger take over. He felt the rage controlling him, and he liked it…
Savkah broke from the darkness and wrenched a metal stake from the ground. The wood it had been holding up crashed to the ground as Savkah ran forward and smashed one of the sand people over the back of the head as he crouched over the girl. He lifted it again as the creature toppled over. He ran, swinging the metal bar wildly as the sand people began to realise what was happening. Hett watched the boy screaming with rage and as Savkah ran towards him. Hett raised a hand and used the force to lift the screaming child into the air violently. The bar flew from his hand and pierced one of the gas canisters leaning against the wall. It erupted into flames as it exploded. The wall it had been resting against crumbled in the explosion. Fire spilled out over the sand, igniting each gas canister in turn. Hett let the boy fall to the dirt as the roof crumbled and collapsed upon the sand people. Hett watched the hut crash down on his people as shards of metal flew all around him.
Savkah was saved from the firey debris by the sand that covered him and by Hett who was using the force to deflect all he could as it flew towards them. He lay at Hett's feet as the flames were quelled by the desert. Slowly, he pushed himself back onto his feet, miraculously unscathed as he stood before Hett in the hut which was almost completely destroyed. Half the roof was gone and only a few gas canisters remained, huddled around the burning wood piles. The sand people were now nothing but smoldering corpses. Savkah stood before Hett and readied to try and attack the masked man again, but was distracted by a soft sound he heard behind him. He spun around and ran to lift the sizzling corpse of a raider off of Shara. She was still alive, but barely. Her face was burnt beyond recognition. She tried to whisper something to Savkah, but died before she could say anything. She was gone. His only friend in the world was dead. And it was all because of him.
He turned in rage, his glowing eyes just catching a glimpse of Hett as he fled the hut. As the man ran from the hut it exploded in a sea of fire.
Most believed that Savkah had died along with Shara in that hut. And in a way, he had. But from the ashes and darkness rose a new warrior. Debirukai. He swore to find the man who had done this, and he vowed to make him pay. His path to the dark side had begun.
He spent the next two years searching for his target. But to no avail. He spent weeks hiding in the shadows, stealing from merchants and pickpocketing any food he could. He came across a young Zabrak boy about the same age he was. He called himself Xont'al. Within a week they had become friends. Xont'al was a powerful fighter, trained as a young boy in the palace where he was born. He was the son of Zabrak nobility who had run away from his home to find glory and power in battle. All he had managed to find however was poverty. Until a day came when the two boys came across an arena. An arena where the Hutts hosted fights for their own entertainment. Xont'al considered this to be his chance. He ran towards the arena, pushing his way past guards to get closer to the action. Debirukai followed him, trying to convince him not to do anything stupid, but the boy wouldn't listen. They watched for mere moments as two fighters tore each other to prices. Before they knew it they were both being dragged away by guards. They were thrown in with the other slaves training for the arena.
Together they trained. Xont'al taught Debirukai all he knew about unarmed fighting, and they both trained to fight wih knives and vibroswords. Over the next year they grew strong. They fought in the arena many times, and both boys went undefeated. One day, as Debirukai walked out into the arena, ready for battle, hee looked up to see his best friend standing accross from him, vibrosword in hand. Two boys, only twelve years old, pitted against each other in a fight to the death. They had no choice, and though both were reluctant, they fought. Their blades clashed as they unleashed their fury against each other. From the stands watched Hett, the man Debirukai had been searching for all this time. He watched as the fight dragged on. He watched, as both boys tore through each other's flesh. Debirukai felt his opponent's blade slice into his arm as he tried to block it. He screamed in agony and thrust his blade forward and straight through the chest of his only friend. He watched as Xont'al fell to the ground, his life fading. The boy laughed as he died. Debirukai stood, clutching at his bleeding wrist. He looked up into the crowd, and nodded to the hutts who were cheering and laughing. He returned to his quarters, no longer a boy, but a man.
When back in his quarters he was visited by medical droids and a doctor who replaced the bones in his arm with the best cybernetics they could muster. Shortly after he was visited by another Zabrak slave. He said very little to Debirukai, but he explained to him the signifigance of the tattoos that he bore, and by the end of the night, he had given Debirukai tattoos of his own. They were rough, but they served to remind Debirukai of what he had done, and of the man he had become.
After a few days Debirukai was re-sold as a slave to a human man and taken to Korriban. The man who bought him wore a mask, and never showed his face to the young Zabrak. He forced the boy to work hard, until one night when Debirukai got a little too curious.
Debirukai had always wondered why his master never removed his mask, and why he was never made to clean the master’s quarters. He decided to use his natural stealth abilities to sneak into the master’s room one night when the master was asleep. Inside the room he found a door, behind which lay a set of stairs. He followed the stairs down into the darkness, unaware of what he would find.
He stepped into the darkness, and moved towards the glow of a torch in the distance. As he got closer he realized that it was in fact a shrine of sorts. On this shrine lay a lightsaber. He picked it up and released the blade, marveling at the power he held in his hand.
“Are you lost, boy?” The voice echoed in the darkness. Debirukai turned to see his master standing in the glow of the lightsaber he held in his trembling hands. He swallowed his fear and opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, he felt a warm sensation at his throat. The lightsaber was no longer in his hand, and his master was now standing behind him, waiting to end his miserable life.
Debirukai knew he only had moments to live, but he refused to accept it. His mission was not done, he would not die a slave. The fear and anger he had kept inside for so long flowed through his body. He was in control this time.
He moved, and felt the saber burn his face, but he was away. He was hiding in the darkness. As he did when he was a child. But this time was different. He felt strange, and powerful. His master was calling out into the darkness. “Get back here, Slave!”
“I am no longer your slave.” The words echoed as the darkness was lifted by bolts of eratic lightning emanating from Debirukai’s hands. The lightning struck his former master’s saber before he felt another blast hit him in the chest. The battle was short-lived, but his chains were indeed broken.
The man in the mask stood before the body of Debirukai as he writhed in pain from the electricity flowing through him. “Impressive. Much power for one so young” he said, smiling beneath his mask.
A few days later, after Debirukai had recovered, he was called outside and made to begin training under the mentorship of his former master.
The following years passed by slowly, but Debirukai was determined. He fought hard and spent as much time as he could training, or reading books given to him by his master. His master taught him many techniques and taught him to control his rage. He educated him well and showed him the ways of the dark side and how to turn his anger into power. Debirukai learned quickly, and before long he began his search for Hett.
His search was sending him in circles, and without a clear path before him, he joined his master's covenant. The Shadow Covenant. There he met many new faces, and from them he gained a far deeper understanding of the force. They were mostly Dark Jedi who had come to Korriban to learn more about the ways of the dark side.
Together they trained, and for a few more years they studied. Until mention of an artifact was heard by one of the leading members, Lady Liamin.
Debirukai went with his master on a reconnaissance mission to Hoth. They had barely been there a few hours before joining up with other members of the Covenant. The journey was hard, but he carried on, trying hard to prove his worth to the group's leaders, as well as to his own master.
On the fourth day that Debirukai was on Hoth, he was nearly killed in a snowstorm. The others survived, but just barely. If it had not been for his master, Debirukai would have surely perished. He felt weak, as though he had disgraced himself and his master, and vowed to train harder than ever before in order to never be perceived as weak again.
When the snowstorm passed, Debirukai carried his master's frozen corpse back to the nearest med bay. Whilst watching the droids attempt to bring back the man who had taught him everything he knew, he witnessed something. A laser cut the mask off of the man's face. Debirukai watched on as his master's identity was finally revealed. "No... It can't be..." he whispered, as he watched.
Hett, the masked raider Debirukai had been searching for since he was 10 years old, now, almost six years later, lay dead in front of him. His master, his mentor, and his greatest enemy, all the same man.
Debirukai was furious. He drew his vibrosword, screaming at the body lying in front of him. Sparks flew across the room as lights exploded, and droids were crushed by the force of Debirukai's rage. Echoes of Debirukai's screams were followed by a sea of lightning and fire, melting the snow all around the tiny med bay.
Debirukai emerged from the med bay clutching a smoldering mask in his hand. "He's gone." he hissed, as he stormed past the others and boarded their ship.
Debirukai left the planet with the rest of the group and headed back to their ship they called the Vanguard.
Debirukai stayed there and trained for a few weeks under the guidance of Lady Liamin, when one day he was called before her and a few other high ranked members of the covenant to perform his trial by blade. He passed with ease and created his lightsaber with parts gathered by members of the covenant and a red crystal.
Now, at the age of only 16 he was an Acolyte. And with that title he trained. He fought hard and spent much time studying in the Vanguard archives. He grew quickly, learned a great deal of new tricks and techniques. He learned to control his lightning and to use the force in ways he never even dreamed. He felt as though his life was without purpose, and therefore focussed on nothing but becoming stronger, faster, smarter. He did nothing but train and study for the next decade.
When Debirukai turned 23 he was taken as an apprentice by an assassin by the name of Breyll. She taught him the art of Ataru and together they trained. Over the next three and a half years she showed him how to hunt his targets like prey, and together they accomplished much. Debirukai learned a great deal from her about the ways of the dark side and was able to further his skill set by learning a technique called the force Cloak. He never quite perfected it in his time with Breyll, but he came closer with every day he trained.
They were tasked with bringing in a Jedi who was guarding goods and an unknown creature being trainsported by train on Coruscant. They boarded the train with five soldiers from the covenant and raced forward along the train, leaping across the open train cars. They came to the car where the Jedi was supposed to be only to find a troop of Republic soldiers waiting for them. They fought against them, deflecting blaster bolts like true warriors as their own soldiers rained fire down upon the enemy. They pushed the Republic forces back car by car, their numbers depleting as they carried on. As Debirukai led the charge onto the next train car he narrowly deflected a grenade behind him causing the links to explode, killing the remaining Covenant soldiers.
He and Breyll managed to keep the fight going and just as Breyll beheaded the last Republic trooper, they spotted their target on the next train car. He was standing in front of a sealed containment unit that looked as though it were built to hold a giant. He smiled at the two as they rushed towards him lightsabers at the ready, but before they could reach him he leapt backwards onto the containment unit. He drew his saber and sliced open the giant metal box. He then pulled a remote from his pocket and pressed a button as the door of the container came crashing down before Breyll and Debirukai. The sounds of chains falling to the floor echoed from within the container.
The roar of the beast followed as it stepped out from the darkness. A rancor. Bigger than anything Debirukai had ever seen, and it was hungry. It swung its claws at the two warriors as it charged from it's cell. The Jedi watched on as Debirukai and Breyll vaulted around the train car, slicing at the rancor's flesh and narrowly avoiding it's claws and gnarled teeth. As Breyll soared through the air she found herself caught in the rancor's gigantic claws. Her lightsaber was sent flying into the container as she screamed in agony. The beast was crushing her as it lifted her to it's mouth. Debirukai saw his opportunity and slid beneath the beast's legs. He lifted his saber and brought it down swiftly, slicing through the tendons at the back of the rancor's legs. Breyll fell from it's grasp as the beast fell to it's knees. The young acolyte leapt onto it's shoulders and drove his saber through it's brain. He flipped backwards onto the train car as the creature went limp. Breyll staggered to her feet and screamed as she flung the rancor off the side of the train using the force. They watched it tumble over the side as the Jedi who had been watching from above ignited his saber once more and jumped down onto the train car.
Breyll turned, glaring at the man standing before them. She lifted her hand as her saber flew through the air, soaring past the Jedi's head and into her hands. She ignited it and rushed towards him. A woman possessed. She attacked the Jedi with blind fury. A flurry of strikes from every angle before suddenly, Debirukai saw her lightsaber fly off the side of the moving train. He looked back at Breyll. She was still. Her eyes wide. Her arm seemed to slide from her shoulder as she fell to the ground. Her feet still in place as her knees fell from the bone. She had been to weak. The rancor had done too much damage for her to have won against the Jedi. Debirukai stared for a moment before turning his attention to the Jedi who was now rushing towards him. He felt his training take over as he fought the man. His saber was but an extension of his own limbs as he leapt around the car, dashing around his target. His prey. The Jedi moved quickly, but before long he suffered a slice at the knee from Debirukai’s saber. He dropped to one knee and stared up at the hooded man standing above him. He saw nothing but Debirukai's pale yellow eyes staring down at him before the blur of red light tore through his body. Debirukai cleaved the man from shoulder to waist, and watched as the Jedi fell in two. The mission had hardly been a success, but Debirukai managed to call in a medical team to retrieve them and take them back to the ship.
Breyll survived the wounds, thanks to the Jedi's lightsaber cautirising them as he had sliced her apart. She was alive, but barely more human than machine by the end of her surgery. When she recovered, Debirukai was awarded a knighthood, and named an assassin. He wore his title with pride and over the next three years, he trained alone. He left the covenant in search of a true purpose.
RP Sample: Flashing lights cast shadows through a thin layer of smoke as it wafted over the cold hard training grounds of the Vanguard. The smell of sweat filled the air as the hum of Debirukai's lightsaber seemed to echo around the room. The Acolyte standing before him was breathing hard. His hands placed firmly on the floor in front of him as he struggled to catch his breath.
"Again." said Debirukai. His voice stern as he glared at the boy in front of him. He grew tired of waiting, after all, they had only been training for a mere two hours. He extended a hand, his wrist limp as he hissed at the boy once more. "Again"
The young acolyte could hear the irritation in Debirukai’s voice. He was tired, and could feel his arms shaking as he kneeled along side his lightsaber. He dragged his hand to his side, clutching the hilt of the saber as he drew a deep breath and prepared himself for the next round. He glanced up and saw Debirukai's outstretched hand. Fearing what might come next, he heaved himself back onto his feet. He remained silent as he ignited his lighsaber. He took another deep breath before whirling the saber around into a defensive position. The yellow glow of his saber shon onto his face, illuminating the concentration in his eyes.
Debirukai watched the boy's feet slide into position as he straightened his wrist and pointed his fingers towards the boy. He felt the force flowing through him as sparks danced between his fingertips before erupting into a barrage of lightning bolts. They flashed towards the boy as he tightened his grip on his saber. The saber glowed brighter, nearing a pure white as the lightning pounded against it. The Acolyte gritted his teeth as his feet slid slightly backwards, the force of the blast slowly pushing against him. A faint cry overpowered the hissing and crackling of the lightning as the boy moved. He lifted his saber ever so slightly before turning it on it's side and swinging the end of the blade up towards the ceiling as he thrust his back foot forward.
Debirukai's lip curled slightly upwards in what could barely be described as a grin as the boy redirected his lightning. He twisted his shoulders and leaned to his right as the bolts flew past his face. A loud crack echoed around the room as the bolts struck the wall behind him. Followed by silence. Debirukai watched the boy glaring back at him as he retracted the blades in his saber. "Good, but next time, control your balance. Aim for the chest and make sure you hit your mark."
The boy dropped his graurd before stowing his own saber. "We're done for the day, get some rest. Tomorrow you'll need to be faster." said Debirukai as he clipped his lightsaber to his belt. He turned and headed towards the stairs leading away from the training grounds.
